I see the light of the sun,
yet I feel no warmth from its touch.
I only feel coldness creeping up my body.

I try to grip onto my humanity,
yet still my grip is loosening every day, every hour, every minute from life.

What has happened to the world?
Where did things go wrong?
How did i get to dying with no help, not a single person around?

War.
War is the reason why I am dying.
But why? I had nothing to do with the war yet they shoot my friends, my classmates, my teachers and I. Why? Why us? for we were only ten years old.

Is it because...my father is a soldier? Is it because...my brother may have killed...one of their own? But...why me? why my....school? and..why....must......I.......die?